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out. But I'm off,"
The next moment he was gone.
In few moments after, her husban
, entered.
"You have dismissed your brother yer,
suddenl madam" said ne.
ayes, dear Varian," said she, lanquid
ly, and looking really sick at heart. Oh
was so rude and rough. l saw that h
strated with him he got angry with M
and left "
eyes; 1 saw him talking with Pau
outside the door,
Chow is dear Stella? Do let her come
in now and tell me OF her fearful ad-
ventures. My nerves are dreadfUlll
shocked, but can bear it," said drs
Delorme, wishing to change the subject
81 will call her." said Mr.. Delorme
When John MalersOn went from thu
presence Of Mrs. Dslorme, ne saw Pau
standing on the broad piazza in front OF
the house. Approaching the young man
he said, in a low voice:
"PauI, [ want to talk 20 you. Come
out here 2eyond ear-shot of folks
and hear what it is to your interest re
know"
The young man sulkilY obeyed, for he
was by no means pleased with the looks
of his new found father, who was any,
thing but winning in his ways.
"Don't you want some money, boy?"
asked the man, shaking the gold in his
pocket.
"No," said Paul, abruptly. "My aunt
never let's me want for any"
"Eh! is that so? Then that's another
mark in her favor. But If she tries to
shut down on you all ysu've got TO say is,
Hand over, or you'll get Johu Malerson's
secret tn draw her purse string
you can bet your life it viii. But I've
something else to tell you. When are you
coming down to Galveston again?"
"Why do you ASK"
"Only because | want to see you when
you come, l suppose you'll so On be there
to see your New Orleans fame, Ada Nc
Alpin-eh?'
"Good heavens! Do you know her?'
eyes, by sight. But don't get yourself
excited, my lad"
care you going to stay about here?"
"No-I don't like the lay of the land
nor the snObbishn-ss of the cove that
owns it. I'm off for Galveston. When
you come there go to the Arcade and
ask for Jack Malerson;' you'l hear from
me or ~ee me -
every well, sir"
"By bye, Paul; T'll give your love to
Ada, if see her. She's nice piece of
humanity. On, don't color up, my boy;
III not blab anV of your secrets. OllY
remember what told you and make Hat
tie shell out free
The coarse man now walked to a horse
which was fastened to tree near by, and
mounting it, rode away.
CHAPTER VIII.
It was terrible scene-a fearful battle
and all the more horrible because it
was waged, not by the red men against
their natural enemies, the pale-faCes, but
by brother against OrOther-the Ljpan
against the COmanChe.
There, in the wild mountain gorge of
the Charrate, where first we saw them in
their camp, the band OF Nemehaha and
L9gOna mad been attacked by the venge-
tul Lipans, who sought reparation for the
rough usage which they had received at
the hands of Lagona and his temporary
allies, the rangers. And from early
dawn, until the mists ofevening were gath
ering they had fought with desperation
success varying from side 20 slde-and
had their weapons been as deadly as their
hate one or other of the two parties, or
both, would have been eXterminated;
even as it was, fearful slaughter &C.
Cured. Nemehaha was stricken down,
never to rise; many of his bravest fol-
lowers fell by his side. But the Lipans
suffered even more than the Comanches.
Lagona never before so dari0gly distin-
guIshed himself. He seemed to court
death all the time, but the grim monarch
only threw victims in his way. His belt
was strung al around with scalps; his
culver, filed again and again with the
arrows of the slain, was often emptied;
his lance and war club were red from
point to butt; his arm was weary with
striking.
And when old Laz8ro, the brave chief
of the Lipans, cried out at the hour of
sunset for q truce, both parties were glad
to rest.
"Why should we war about woman"
the old man cried. owe are fools snd
have forgotten wisdom? | have lost my
son by the hands of Lagona; he has gone
to the happy hunting grounds and l can
not call him back. But | will not mourn
for him. Let US fight no more. | have
a daughter who is a star in the sky
of beauty. Let Lagona take Agar, my
child, and be son to me in the place of
Pekito. | am withered tree; / shall
soon fall down and DE seen no more; and
he'shall be chief over all-fOr we are
brothers. We should know no enemies
but the pale faces, who have robbed us
of our lands and have trOdden the bones
of our fathers into dust"
The old chief paused and cast down
his shield and war cIub-a sign that he
would fight no more. And an Indian
would scorn to strike an unarmed foe;
such treacheTy is left for the pale-faces
Lagona threw down his weapons, and
said:
owe are brothers, and will fight no
more We have been fools, and LagOna
has been the biggest fool Of all. His
eyes are open, and he looks through
tears; for he sees his dead father and
many braves who will fight no more
both the COm4nche and Lipan. Blood
has run like water; but it has been our
own. The pale-faces were the first cause.
Blood calls for blooa! 1t must flow from
their veins. Lagons esnlot yet look
Agar the beautiful in the face, fOr his
hand is red with the blood Of Pekito
But Lagona will lead the warriors into
the land of the pale-faces, and they will
take many scalps, and much plumber,
and many captives. hsgona will never
raise his hand against a brother more,
but he VIII fight the pale-faces. sSWho
will follow where he dares to lead?''s0ef
A universal shout Of applause followed
this speech of the young chief; and all of
the braves declared their readiness to go
wherever he led.
Then the old chief Laz2ro and Lsgona
clasped hands; and they who had lately
FOUGHT with such fierce desneratiOn